Playing ball with some younger guys I twisted my knee. Not too bad but enough that it was still very sore several days later. The thing about getting older, little injuries happen easier. And it takes longer to heal. The body just isn't 20 years old anymore.
I called the doctor's office to make an appointment. After telling them why I needed to see the doctor they put me on hold. A couple of minutes later they said they were able to fit me later that day, last appointment of the day, 6:15pm. They told me the doctor was staying late just to fit me in.
I arrived a little before my appointment. No one was in the waiting room. There were two ladies behind the desk, both looking like they were about to leave. I checked in. Within two minutes the nurse called my name and led me down the hall to the very last examining room. She had me sit on the examining table which was in the middle of the room. She sat at the desk in the corner of the room, asked some questions: What happened, when did it happen, did I hear any sound when this happened. She noted my responses, stood, said the doctor would be in shortly and left.
A few minutes later I could heard the doctor coming down the hall.
"You can take off when you are done here. Just lock up and I'll let us out." She said looking over her shoulder as she walked in.
"Well hello again." she said with a big smile. I was in just a couple of weeks earlier for my regular checkup. She was always smiling, had a great smile. Dr Wilson had been my doctor for the last several years. We got along very well, I guess as well as you can with someone you see maybe 3 times a year.
"Hi Doc."
"It didn't take you long to come up with an excuse to see me so soon." She coyly smiled. That great smile of hers.
"Really didn't do this to see you." Dr Wilson was cute, about 10 years younger than I, in her mid 30's. Brown hair with a hint of red, that came down over her shoulders. She wore a white doctors coat that came down below her waist. Below that she had on a black skirt that almost made it to her knees. She wore a pair of black flat shoes. She wasn't the tallest lady around and these shoes didn't help. But being on her feet all day these were probably comfortable. She sat at the desk, crossed her legs, remove her stethoscope, laid it on the desk.
"Ok so what did you do?" She proceeded to ask the same questions the nurse did, took probably the same notes.
"I'd like to examine your knee. If you don't mind could you please take off your pants." Thinking nothing of this request, she is a doctor and my knew is screwed up, so I want her to look at it. I stood up, kicked off my shoes, removed my jeans. My black t-shirt covered the top half of my plaid boxers so it really was no big deal.
"Please lay back on the table." I did as instructed. Standing at the side of the examining table she looked at the knee, then the other one, comparing the two. She felt around, poking in various spots, asking if it hurt or not. She had me bring my foot up closer to my body so the knee was up. She moved my leg around a bit. She had me lay my leg down straight again.
"I think its a mild strain, but I need to check a little more." She said sheepishly. She proceeded to feel around my thigh just above my knee with both hands. I don't really know about these things so I figured its just part of a normal knee examination. Then she moved her hands higher on my thigh, still feeling around. Suddenly she stops, pulls her hands away. She stands there for a second, like she is not sure what to do. She moves to the door, opened it up, stepped halfway out in the hall. She stood there for a few seconds, seemed she is listening for something.
"I'll be right back." She closed the door and I can hear her walking down the hall. Maybe 30 seconds later she returned, looking a little nervous.
"Sorry about that." She moved back to examination table. "Just a little bit more."
She moved her hands toward my thighs. There was a hesitation for a second before she placed them on my thigh again. Almost in the same spot as before. She continued to feel around my thigh. Again she moved higher, this time mid thigh. In my mind I questioned this. I looked at her, she just smiled back, a nervous smile, then looked back at the knee.
With both her hands now on top of my thigh she moved them even higher. They are now into my boxers. Its no longer feeling like an exam but more like a massage.
"Almost done here. Just relax." I guess she could sense me getting nervous about what is going on. She continued to smile while watching her hands disappear under my boxers. Higher they went. Her fingers brushed my cock. I flinched.
"Oh sorry, almost done." She continued to massage my thigh, her eyes locked onto the bulge in my boxers. She brushed against my cock a few more times. It twitched a little, but I was confused. What was happening, was this just accidental? Her next action quickly answered that question. She put her fingers on my cock, rubbed them up and down.
"Hey doc is part of the examine?"
"Yes of course it is." She removed her hands from my boxers, quickly reached up, pulled down my boxers and wrapped her hand around my cock before I could react.
"I need to see if this is causing you any problems." My cock was beginning to respond to her touch.
"Wow wait a second doctor." Sitting up I reached for my boxers to pull them up while sitting up. She pushed my hand away. I reached again, this time I didn't let her stop me. I swung around so my legs are hanging off the table, Doctor Wilson in front of me.
"What the fuck doc? What the hell was that?"
She looked down, her hands resting on my thigh.
